Arrrrrrr.*

Lend me now your stump of an ear,
me foul brethren of the sea.
Avast yer drinkin', yer wenchin',
and hearken ye now to me.
For tis a fresh yarn I have to tell;
of bridled legality.

Gather ye round and I will speak
of Yankees, and of Dutchmen,
of jurist's prudence, I.S.P.s
and of civil suits undone.
Prick up your ears, warm your burning drives
Piracy begins anon.

I tell ye it is fair to see
the sun rising in the morn.
Glad are the cockles of me heart
to capture a maid wellborne.
But what I ever wish to see, is
damned RIAA bereft, forlorn.

So man the keys ye buccaneers
a full broadside shall we fire.
And sink that rotting music hulk
with our rippling cannon choir.
While lawyers choke on frenzied rage
Free music we'll acquire.

Arrrrrrr.

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*Yes, I've done this before.